Art Bell’s Ghost to Ghost episode features callers recounting hauntings tied to violent deaths, like the USS Enterprise’s EE30 switchgear room where unseen forces—possibly residual spirits from WWII drownings—disrupt sleep with hair-pulling strength. Carrie describes a Rhode Island funeral home’s poltergeist-like toothpaste thefts and slamming doors, while Greg’s family fled their mother-in-law’s house after seeing her aura and a mysterious footprint. Mark’s "watery ghost" OBE and Sarah’s mother’s pre-birth Salem haunting—cats fleeing, doors freezing shut—highlight lingering energy imprints. Bell ties these to elemental spirits, burial practices (e.g., Native American burial oaks), and even a dog’s paw prints post-death, suggesting ghosts may be tied to unresolved trauma or spiritual forces beyond mere residual echoes. [Automatically generated summary]
From the high desert and the great American Southwest, I bid you all good evening or good morning on this Friday night, Saturday morning.
It's going to be different tonight.
There will be no guests.
No guests tonight.
It's just the two of us.
And what we're going to do all night long, I repeat again all night long, is tell ghost stories.
We did ghost to ghosts and ghosts interrupted because of the Vegas stories, but tonight there shall be nothing but ghost stories.
Your ghost stories.
Why are ghosts so interesting?
And the answer is, for me, a simple one.
In my eternal search for knowledge of the other side, one great appeal to look at is that of spirits or ghosts.
For we don't really exactly precisely know what ghosts are.
They apparently are many things, and they may be proof that we do exist after we die in one form or another.
It may not necessarily always be good.
It seems like, and I've been doing this for years now, but it seems as though people who die early, people who die young, people who die unexpectedly, people who die tragically, people who die with things left to do yet in their life many times seem to remain.
The collective evidence, I think if taken to court, would be nearly irrefutable collectively.
And by the time this night is out, I suggest to you that you too will begin your own journey, your own search of trying to figure out what happens to us after we die.
Do we remain on Earth?
Do we go to another place?
And can we get back from that other place?
Houdini is said to have been trying to do so.
Set it up before he died, hasn't yet made it.
But there are so many, many stories.
Now, I'm going to Vancouver next week.
I'm going to be doing an episode of Millennium, which I'm going to play myself kind of neat.
But here is a story from the city of my destination, Vancouver, entitled The Headless Brakeman.
It is said, Art, the CPR yards at the foot of Granville Street, Vancouver, have been haunted by a headless brakeman since 1928.
Now, that was a year that Hub Clark, a railway brakeman, literally lost his head in the yards.
One dark and rainy night, he slipped, he fell off a freight train, and his head hit the rail next to the freight track.
He was knocked unconscious, and a passenger train speeding down the track severed his head from his body two inches below the Adam's apple.
Thereafter, stories circulated about how a headless man in railway overalls was seen in the yard on dark and rainy nights.
Apparently, for years, Vancouver railwaymen joked, don't throw your pumpkin away after Halloween.
Hub Clark can use it.
The headless brakeman was last sighted on a dark and rainy, very rainy night, as a matter of fact, darting between boxcars in 1942 by a railway worker.
This story is told by Ted Ferguson in the Sentimental Journey, an oral history of train travel in Canada.
And this, this is a very, very interesting story.
It's not a very specific ghost story, or maybe it is.
I don't know.
It kind of goes with somewhere in time, in a way.
Dear Art, this is a rather unconventional ghost story, but it shows how those on the other side can manipulate things.
In 1992, I was working as a 911 emergency paramedic in Oakland, California.
One night, as I was getting ready for work, I was kind of half-watching this TV show about ghosts.
One of the stories caught my attention.
So I sat down to watch.
Now, this might also come under the category of synchronicity.
You tell me as you listen.
It was about the Hotel Del Coronado in Coronado, California.
You know, the hotel where Some Like It Hot with Marilyn Monroe was filmed.
In the story, this woman named Kate was apparently haunting the hotel.
I watched the rest of the story, then ran out of the door, almost late for work.
As my partner and I sat waiting for a call, I began to tell her the story that I'd seen on TV.
But for some unknown reason, I couldn't remember the name of the hotel.
At that moment, we got an emergency call.
We ran the call, brought the patient to the hospital.
The whole time I'm trying to remember the name of that doggone hotel.
We arrive at the hospital and wheel the patient inside.
As I'm giving my report to the nurse in the emergency room, I just happen to glance behind the desk and hanging on the wall Is a calendar.
And the full-color, large picture on the calendar is, you guessed it, the Hotel del Coronado.
Well, I tend to pay attention to these little things and took this as an invitation from Kate to visit her hotel.
So, I reserved one of their smallest, cheapest rooms, and the next time I had a four-day weekend, I packed up my convertible, drove down the coast from San Francisco to San Diego, arrived at the hotel, went up to the desk to check in, and the clerk says, oh, I'm sorry, all of the small, cheap rooms like the one you had reserved are booked up.
Hmm, let me see.
Oh, we do have this suite with a balcony overlooking the courtyard in the old section of the hotel.
Will that be all right?
He said, I'll give it to you for the same price as the small, cheap, cheesy room you had reserved.
Naturally, I say, okay, and I'm beginning to think this is going to be a very interesting stay.
So, up I go, took a bubble bath, drank a beer out of the room bar.
Shouldn't do that, by the way, they're terribly expensive.
Jumped on the bed, as is my habit, anytime I stay in an expensive hotel.
I took a nap and got dressed for dinner.
Went down to the bar for a cocktail.
The bartender brought all of my drinks.
Had dinner in one of the restaurants, and when I asked for my check, the waiter told me that a gentleman who had been seated across the room had paid the check.
The rest of the visit was uneventful, no apparitions, no funky stuff, until the stay at the hotel never showed up on my credit card bill.
Now, I'm a relatively honest person, and under normal circumstances, I probably would have called the hotel Dol Coronado.
Told them about their oversight.
However, when viewed with everything else that occurred, the calendar, the upgrade, the free drinks, the free dinner, it was rather apparent to me that I had indeed been a guest, Kate's guest, at the Hotel Del Coronado.
She is a fine hostess, and I hope to return one of these days.
And I have, of course, many more like this.
And if any of you have a particularly good ghost story, we're going to do two things.
One, we are going to tell ghost stories from those of you who call on the call-in lines.
And we are going to also invite you, rather than sending in a fax with your ghost story, if you have a particularly good one, send me a fax with your phone number and I will call you.
I will call you because your odds of getting through, obviously, are rather slim.
So if you just give me a brief outline on the facts of what your ghost story is and then provide a phone number, I will call you.
So we'll experiment, do things a little differently tonight, but make no mistake about it.
All night long, all night long, we are going to do absolutely nothing but ghost stories.
If you wish, call it ghost-to-ghost.
Call it anything you want, but I suggest you dim the lights and prepare yourself.
All phone lines tonight, including the international phone line, which by the way is open.
I normally use that for guests, so I don't get a lot of international calls, but tonight, it's open.
So wherever you are in the world, it doesn't matter where you are in the world, if you have a ghost story, and I do have one sent to me here from Belgium, I've got another one from South Africa.
We are heard worldwide.
To access this program from any other country, get hold of the AT ⁇ T operator.
Now, that's very important.
Get the AT ⁇ T operator and have her call in the USA, toll-free.
But it was about a man who went to work in a morgue.
And he was a guard in the morgue.
And he would have his little guard desk and he'd have his little, you know, guards have keys and they have to make the rounds and turn the key so that the owner knows they really made their assigned rounds at night.
And he had a desk and a workstation when he wasn't having to make his rounds.
And there was this red light behind him.
And in the morgue, they would have the bodies all lined up on these cots covered with sheets in what's called a cold room.
Well, just to paraphrase to also at this time on or around March 10th, we adopted a German Shepherd Beagle mix that made my wife feel a lot better, of course, because I worked late at night, sometimes till 2 or 3 o'clock in the morning.
And within the first two weeks that we took up residence in my wife's deceased mother's home, my wife would relate to me from time to time that she felt as she was being watched intensely.
I myself, at the time being a complete skeptic, dismissed the information as an overactive imagination, which I probably should not have.
That was my belief until the evening of March 16th, 1998, when my eyes were widely opened.
On that evening, I was having dinner with my wife and children, and my sister-in-law and her two children, teenage children, were over to the house for dinner just a few weeks after moving into the house.
Everyone had left but my wife and I, and I was sitting in a position in the dining room at the dining room table area that allowed me to look all the way down the hallway into one of three bedrooms, which was my youngest daughter's at the time.
Sure.
At that point, I saw something that is still hard for me to describe.
It was an aura of what seemed to be a woman's form with a lot to me of what seemed to be energy.
In other words, indistinct, kind of a foggy light aura.
Yes, sir.
All right.
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And it definitely was, it was, it seemed to be the shape of a woman to me.
I was so motionless and locked into what was happening at the time that I almost lost relative consciousness of what or where I was except for what was going on in that room.
My wife was sitting over to the right of me and asked me what I had seen, and I described it to her, and she said something to the effect of, you too?
When one sees it, you can imagine a bit of undigested meat.
When two see it, well...
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My suggestion, turn the lights down, turn the radio up, get as comfortable as you can, because some of what you hear is going to require you be in a nice, comfortable place.
By the way, with respect to my story about the Hotel Del Coronado, I just got this.
Hi, Art.
My sister-in-law actually works at the Hotel Del Coronado as a conciance.
She says, the ghost stories are real, and you can, even if you wish it rent, I repeat, you can rent the haunted room.
That's from Jeff in Mherst, Ohio.
Wonder if that's really true.
Thank you, Jeff.
And by the way, for any of you who have ghost stories out there, just send me a fax and tempt me.
Tell me how good it is and give me a phone number.
And if I am tempted enough, I will call you and get you on the air.
My fax number is area code 702-727-8499.
If you can't tempt me in one page, you can't do it, so hold it to one page.
Now, back to the gentleman who saw the apparition down the hall in the bedroom and then turned to his wife.
And his wife saw it too, right, sir?
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Yes, she had seen it, but it was at a different time.
Actually, it's so easy to say, man, I'd be out of there like a shot.
But the fact of the matter is, there are financial considerations, there are physical considerations.
You have a wife, you have children, you have a lot of furniture, you've moved into a house.
So you don't just immediately make a decision to split.
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Let me tell you, the rest of my notes that I have here for you that I compiled today, you're going to think more and more of why we didn't actually get out.
On or around March 22nd, I was alone in the house.
My wife had left with her sister and my children.
They went over visiting for the day.
It was around the noon hour.
I was preparing to leave for work.
I'd just come out of the restroom that adjoined our master bedroom.
Bear in mind, our bedroom used to be my deceased mother-in-law's bedroom.
In a fairly quick instance, as I looked over my right shoulder, and I can see this as plainly as the day that, in my mind, is the day that I did see it, in just a few seconds' time, I saw my deceased mother-in-law leaning over the dresser area where her dresser used to be in her room.
And it appeared as if she was leaning over to place something down.
You don't have to answer this, but if it was your wife's mother haunting the house, present in the house, didn't that kind of take the edge off moments of intimacy for your wife?
unidentified
Well, at that time, Art, and like that is a personal question, my wife was only about three months from delivering our son.
In the summer months, another factor started to come into play.
And this is one when I was writing it earlier this evening, because I'm listing this in as much of a chronological order as I can.
Sure.
I was reluctant to discuss this, and the only reason I am discussing it right now is after we'd moved out and we're living where we're living now, I asked my wife if she, you know, I didn't want her to think I was nuts.
So I asked her and she looked at me and said, yes, I had to, and this is the next part of the story.
At night in my wife and I's bedroom, which of course was my deceased mother-in-law's, at times my vision in the dark, I would lay awake at times and it would start to blur.
Eerie, if not demonic type faces would appear in the dark room.
They would come, it was very sharp to me and they would fade out slowly.
We've got to wrap this up, but that's exactly where I was going.
Is there a clothesline to this, or is that essentially it?
Did you get out of there or what?
unidentified
Well, at that point, those things were starting to happen at the end of the summer.
There were stumping noises on the wall.
Many occasions at the noon hour, almost on certain days, frequently the phone would ring.
There would never be anybody there.
And the one thing that I would like to say, Art, and this is probably of some interest to you, I often wonder at this point if the intrusion, taking it nothing but an appearance by my mother-in-law in the last few recent days to my wife, has appeared.
And there hasn't been anything since we moved to our new home.
One, it's pretty well known, and I can't explain why, maybe you can, maybe one of you can, why a spirit, apparently trapped on earth, or one that has not yet moved on remains essentially in the same place, the same house, the same geography, the same place.
Why?
Why?
And the second thing that I would draw from that is he said it himself.
Do you think it might be true that once something has come through or is visible on both sides, depending on how you want to look at it, that in essence a portal has opened, allowing not just the spirit of his mother-in-law, but more to come through.
To have the physical vision remain in a somewhat active mind and to see your spirit leave your own body and to realize that your essentially dead, spiritless body is observing its own spirit leaving.
And then my father would start, he would say he felt a hand on the back of his neck, but my mother was across the room or in a different room, and there was no one else in the house.
And then the last thing that happened, my mom said this was the last thing that happened, and after that, nothing ever happened.
My father came in the room where she was, and he was like all white and shaking and told her that he had been walking up the stairs, and he saw this woman walking down the stairs towards him, and that she was wearing like old-fashioned clothes.
Well, it scared me so bad, all I did was close my eyes.
Whatever it is, it's going to go away.
I'm closing my eyes.
That's it.
Woke up in the morning, my wife and I finished our time on Kauai, went to Oahu, and driving from the airport over the Pali to the other side, I told her on the Pali, I said, you know what, Dave?
Last night there was something in our room.
And she turned to me and the chicken skin started.
That was very perturbing, and we both had chicken skin for quite some time that evening.
One more recently, unfortunately my wife's lovely father, who lives over in Waimea on the Big Island, was diagnosed with a terminal cancer around May this year.
And he decided that he would prefer not to fight it and would go with hospice care and prefer to live out his remaining time in the living room at home.
And with a lot of the homes here in Hawaii, we have day beds in the living room.
So Shem, that's his name, you know, her dad, spent out his remaining time in the living room, on the beautiful hospice bed provided.
Mom lovingly cared for him, and it was wonderful because he had time and all of us family could come by and say aloha.
Well, we're staying there and he has not yet passed away, and the only room left because of all of the Ohana or family over is mom and dad's room, which they really don't sleep in too much anyway because they sleep in the living room.
Anyway, Dad is still alive, but getting near the end.
This was within three days of him passing on.
My wife and I go to bed about 11 o'clock at night in the parents' bed.
I'm sleeping on my stomach and something gives me a finger jab poke through the mattress into my ribs.
It felt like it came up about two inches.
It woke me up, scared the hell out of me, and I said, Bonnie!
She goes, what?
It was something poked me in the ribs.
And I rolled over onto my back, and she goes, are you okay?
I go, yeah, but what was that?
She goes, I don't know.
And then something, the pressure of someone sitting down on my legs.
You're about to tell me that you have had ghosts call 911?
unidentified
In a way, yeah.
It was basically to, oh, gee, it would be well over a hundred-year-old emergency, I would say, of a dying woman in a small Mexican village on the banks of a Santa Ana River.
Well, let me tell you a little bit about how this started.
I had just started at this fire communications center.
It was on the banks of the Santa Ana River.
This was in 1984.
And basically, it was a 24-hour operation.
We were on a 24-hour shift, so we would sleep and eat and pretty much live there for an entire day and then be relieved by the relief crew and work that type of schedule.
So normally my shift would end at 8 p.m.
From 8 a.m. to 8 p.m.
I would get to sleep from 8 p.m. till 1 a.m. and then go back on the board till 4 in the morning.
But we'd have guys sleeping in the hallways or bedding down in the lounge, you know, that type of thing.
Well, I'd been on for about a week, and I got woken up in the morning by the intercom saying that, you know, I could sleep till noon because I was going to have to work a 12-hour overtime shift.
Someone had called in sick, and I was basically up for it.
Well, about a half hour later, and usually these things happen when you're dead asleep, I felt something lay across my legs and there was a groan, like somebody going, you know, when they're stretching.
And I woke up and I saw this kind of a, it wasn't a mist, it was almost like a gelatinous fog breaking above my head, and the room was pitch black dark, which was really a strange thing.
So anyway, I stumbled out in the dispatch center and asked the people if, you know, what the heck was going on and, you know, why are they playing games?
And they all gave a conspiratorial look to each other and said, yeah, go back to bed.
Anyway, it was the first time in my career that I ever felt totally trapped and scared and wanting to just get up and run from the dispatch center, even though I wasn't there, but I was.
All these faces started coming at me.
They were all like Mexican villagers, which is what lived in that part of California at the time.
And as each face came at me, I died with them.
And they were talking to me.
And one after another after another.
It must have been 100 faces just coming.
I mean, like, you know, literally face to face with me.
I was going to get to the bottom of what the heck was going on with this thing.
Anyway, there was the, you know, I used to hate it when 1 o'clock would roll along and a dispatcher's voice would come on the speaker and say, you know, get out of this sack.
It's time to hit the board.
Well, the dispatcher that was handling the shift came on and he pulled me out of my sleep.
Anyway, I stumbled into the communications center, didn't even put on my uniform.
I was drenched in sweat.
I had this big lump in my throat.
These tears were just like pouring down my face.
And he looked at me and said, what in the heck happened to you?
So I told him, I think I just got visited by a ghost.
And that's when he finally said, oh, these darn ghosts, you know, it's like they've been banging on the switchboard all night.
I've had this creepy feeling like something's standing here watching me, and I can't take this anymore.
I'm going to go sleep in the lounge.
I'm not sleeping in that dorm anymore.
So I figured, okay, well, you know, there is something here.
It's not just me.
Well, what ended up happening is once my story came out, all the other guys and the women that worked there started opening up to me and telling me their stories.
We had a Mexican dispatcher.
He was basically a guy that, to him, true love was finding a hooker that would take 25 bucks.
And, you know, he was just the most lazy person I've ever met.
You know, took a shower maybe once a week if he needed it.
But he told me this really interesting story about how he would have these nightmares that he was totally trapped in his bed, like something was crushing his chest.
And he would talk in Spanish.
And the other dispatchers would say, yeah, you know, when this guy's sleeping, he starts speaking Spanish, and that's when he's having these nightmares.
I'm a little hesitant to suggest to you that you may be associating with somebody who is going to take you from where you are now to where you will eventually be.
Before I start my story, I had to chuckle when I, I don't remember, I guess it was a letter you read or a facts about someone from Canada and the cat story.
You might want to mention to the listeners about the fire we had here last week, and they pulled out what was about 104 cats that were dead out of that home.
All right, sir, from here in Erie, Pahrump, what have you?
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Well, back in 1983, I was a young married father, and I took my wife and little baby.
We moved to California to Long Beach.
I had a rather low-paying job, and I had an uncle that offered us an apartment in his apartment building if we managed it, so it was for free.
It was a little one-bedroom apartment, and we were so poor we didn't own a bed yet.
We had a fold-out couch.
So we put the baby in his crib in the one-bedroom, and we slept out on the couch until we could get to bed.
Every night, usually about 9 or 10 o'clock, the baby would wake up just screaming hysterical.
We'd bring him out, and as soon as we brought him out, he would calm down and go to sleep.
And it got to the point for about a month where we wound up having him sleep with us every night.
We finally got to bed, excuse me, and switched rooms.
We put him out in the front room in his crib, and we slept in the bedroom.
I guess it was about a month or so went by.
One night I was sleeping, and I started having this weird dream that turned really scary.
Now, as I was growing up, there was a period where I was a young kid, I had scary dreams all the time, and I guess out of necessity, I taught myself to wake up when a dream got too scary.
Now, this happened to me.
I woke up, I was laying face down on my water bed, and something had a hand in the middle of my back, and had a hand on the back of my head and was shoving me down into the water, into the pillow.
And I couldn't breathe.
So I opened my mouth to talk, to call for help to my wife, and whatever it was, it bound my tongue.
I couldn't talk.
All it was coming out was a bunch of gibberish.
So I was struggling back and forth, and whatever it was was incredibly strong and shoving me down into this water bed.
And I figured, well, if I wiggle back and forth enough, I'll wake my wife up.
Well, she woke up and she says, my gosh, what's going on?
And she flipped on the light.
And as soon as she turned on the light, whatever it was, released me.
And I looked up at her and she looked at me and she says, oh, my gosh, what happened?
I feel this, it felt, she describes that the room felt like it was just filled with hate.
And I explained to her what had happened and was just, you know, I didn't sleep very much that night.
And so I didn't really much believe him, and he gave me a mid-watch.
And I stood a mid-watch on 5-6 switchgear and heard somebody roaming around in the back room.
Because that one switchgear, we had our little office where we had our morning meetings, and we had our gear pullers and our electrical equipment in there.
And it sounded like someone opening, closing drawers and moving around.
And I walk in there, and there's only one way in and out, one door.
And you can see it from the switchgear where you're at.
And I open the door, and there's nobody in there.
And I thought, well, maybe somebody's messing with me, but there was never anybody in that switchgear.
And then I come to find out there was another ghost haunting number two and three switchgear.
And by the way, if there's any listeners who were on the Enterprise who were in EE30, Electrical Engineering Group 30, they can verify this.
And 2 and 3 Switchgear, there was also a ghost.
Now from what I was told, these guys who were haunting had been vaporized by opening disconnects when they were fully energized.
And what that had done is it drew an arc and created a fireball and vaporized him and the switchgear around him.
It just vaporized everything it touched.
And so these people were instantly turned into gas.
And when the car reaches the other side of the tracks, there are children's handprints to be found in the talcum powder.
And this can be done repeatedly.
It'll occur again and again and again.
And the story from the Enterprise reminded me of that.
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See, something like that may work on the same lines that a talisman may work.
Now, a talisman, I don't know if you're familiar with how talismans operate, but when a talisman is created, it creates a vortex of energy that draws things to it.
So if you create a talisman to, say, bring money into your life or love or whatever else you make the talisman for, it creates a magnetic attraction to that.
Now, it's curious that there were several people involved in the accident when there were quite a few people together, and an accident like this occurs, there's a great amount of fear for a split instant before they're killed that goes through their minds.
Now this would be imprinted on the material that was around them at the time, so that could work very similar.
It could create a Yeah, like, for example, the land around it, the specific area where the accident happened, the railroad tracks.
Let me tell you a little story, because we're out of time.
But you mentioned it.
Scientists are now believing that material things, wood, glass, crystal, in fact, most material objects carry memories, and scientists are actually getting to the point where they can extract these memories, kind of like a video show.
Kind of like the, if that motel bed could tell a story.
But I'm very serious about that.
Material things that soon may be able to relate what has happened around them.
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The End
With the green in the old view And now back to the best of ourselves.
So it's kind of like the rookie in the old warrior.
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Yeah.
Basically the new blood and the crusty old guy.
And we were driving down one of the boulevards down there about 3 in the morning.
And as we approached the intersection in a residential area, we saw a male standing on the corner.
And as we passed him, he appeared to be bleeding profusely from the head and from the face.
And just looked like he'd just been stabbed several times.
And as we passed by, we both looked at each other and said, hey, did you see that?
And I said, yeah.
And I was driving at the time.
I flipped the car around real quick and drove back.
And we both got out of the car and we couldn't find him.
He was gone.
And this happened over a period of probably maybe three to five seconds in the time it took me to put on the brakes and spin the car around and drive back.
And yeah, I don't think we let it go out of the car at that time.
It was just from that point on, it really was something that I thought about occasionally and convinced me that certainly there's something out there that we're just not aware of.
Yeah, by accident, it was one of those fake cannons that, you know, you buy through mail order or whatever, and someone had put up BB and our marble inside it.
And when it was set off, it ricocheted around the room and hit him in the head.
I kept turning off the TV and everything and listening and I heard this humming.
Now it wasn't like a heater humming, you know, the air or anything like that.
It was actually very cold.
So I was nervous.
I stayed up all night.
I could not sleep.
I kept hearing this humming, but it wasn't like a mechanical humming or anything like that or electronic.
It was like a voice humming.
Okay, so being I was up all night and everything, I decided the next morning I would take a walk.
So I walked out there and I was looking at all the old Confederate tombstones, everything, all the unbarched graves, you know, with the cross on it and everything.
And when I came back over to the apartment, there's one little sectioned area there with wrought iron and everything.
Whatever you may say about the French, and there's not a lot you can say about the French, Paris itself is just there is no city like Paris.
Very romantic town.
In our last visits to Paris, we decided to travel about, oh, I don't know, 20 miles outside the center of the city and visit the burial place of Jim Morrison.
It was a very, very, very large cemetery.
And we had a very difficult time finding the burial place of Jim Morrison.
And I finally got sick of looking, and there were tombs everywhere, and they were truly ancient back in 1800s, late 1700s.
It was creepy.
I mean, they were all around you.
You were literally in a field of graves, many of them decrepit, many of them the inscriptions very difficult to read.
And I felt like I got sick of looking, and so I said, I'm just going to sit here and wait.
And Ramona would hike up the hill and look for Jim Morrison's resting place.
But just sitting there by myself in the middle of all these very old stone graves, I don't want to tell you, because I would be lying, that I could feel a presence because I didn't.
I felt a kind of universal presence, a kind of reverence that I can't quite explain for a place where many lives came to rest.
So no ghost story there, just a very eerie feeling.
We did incidentally find the resting place of Jim Morrison, ultimately.
But sitting there by myself with all of these crypts, many of them crypts around me, very odd feeling.
Anyway, to make a long story short, I finally got networked in with a veterinary oncologist down in Redbank, Central Jersey.
And he was affiliated with the University of Pennsylvania Veterinary College, a teaching college.
And he had just heard of a new anti-furon-based Drug that had been approved by the Department of Agriculture, which is the government arm for drugs for animals, as the FDA is for people.
Sure.
And he gave her the treatments, and she was cancer-free within three months.
It receded, and it just kind of popped off, and it was like a kind of bowl of jelly on her back, and they operated, and it was gone, and there was no trace.
Wow.
And she made the front page of the Espray Park Press, which is the main paper for Central New Jersey, with a readership of about a million too.
Anyway, she finally got cancer back again in August of 1993.
This is down at my mom and dad's bed, 80 miles south of where I live.
And I asked God if God would please give me a sign to let me know that she was okay.
Now, I just have to interject one thing in here.
When she was a younger dog and healthy, because she was a little dog, I used to have this little game with her where I'd pick her up, kind of rock her back and forth and gently like throw her on the bed.
And she would land with like a boom, you know, passing on the bed, wagging her tail and waiting for me to pick her up to do it again.
So I got back home the following morning, you know, after we had her euthanized, got back to my apartment, middle of a beautiful August day, and I'm sitting on my bed.
And I think this happened during the day purposely so it wouldn't frighten me.
And if somebody had told me this art, I would have a very tough time believing it if it didn't happen to me.
Sitting on my bed, all of a sudden, I hear a thump to my left, and I instantly turn.
And as God is my witness, there are four indentations of like paw prints on my bed, right into the mattress.
It was not of this earth.
And at that point, I got a chill, and I'm getting a chill right now.
But it made me believe that there really is something after in respect to the fact that this happened because I prayed for it, and I felt incredibly lucky that God heard me and God answered me.
And, you know, that was the ultimate hope, but at least just to kind of document what happened that night, the first half of the evening, we spoke to several different entities.
And we did have the recorder in operation.
And we played back that first half of the tape.
And we don't get any EVP, but we do get at least the room noise and the human side of the conversation.
Take a short break.
And after that short break, we call on Mr. Dillinger.
And about 5-10 seconds after we begin our work, something enters the room claiming to be John Dillinger.
We speak to him for about a half hour, 45 minutes.
Allowed, and we get basically psychic impressions back.
Ouija boards, I kind of have a very strong feeling about Ouija boards.
So do I. They can be a useful tool, but it's a little bit spiritually like opening your door and inviting the first person that passes by on the street to come in.
You just don't know what you're going to get.
So we were speaking to this entity, and it answered a lot of questions.
We know a little bit about Dillinger and had some specific questions like the fate of some of his gang members.
And at the end of the evening, we played that tape back, and about five to ten seconds after we begin the work, the tape goes completely blank.
Not even the human side of the conversation.
Yet most of the people at the table could see that the tape recorder was in operation.
I'm curious, with all the work you did, you must have some recordings, some interesting recordings.
Have you kept them?
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You know, I've kept them.
I have yet to come up for any of our works where we contact anything or cleanse a house.
We have yet to come up with any decent EVPs, although I have not had really good recording equipment there.
It's usually pocket recorders.
What was it that Dillingers said to you?
Well, we had quite a few questions for him.
One of the more interesting things was one of his gang members, Red Hamilton, was supposedly shot in the back in a chase from Hastings, Minnesota to St. Paul, Minnesota, and died several days thereafter.
There had been rumors that Red Hamilton indeed did not get killed and made it out alive and hid undercover, much like the rumors about Butch Cassidy.
But we asked John Dillinger about that, and he said, well, yeah, of course Red got it out.
He was fine.
He lived to a ripe old age.
What was interesting about that is three or four people at the table did get the distinct impression that at that point we were definitely being lied to.
And some of them even went so far as to suspect that maybe John Dillinger killed the guys to speed the death along so he could run further faster.
Yeah, well, I mean, he got a reputation as a cold-blooded guy, and then there were some apologists recently saying, well, no, he wasn't so bad, but maybe he was.
Having just heard the story from your fellow townsperson, or Purumbian, if you will, I thought I would multiply the impact of that story.
About 15 years ago, while sleeping in my upstate New York, very old residence, I was aroused by the growling of my husky shepherd, but I could not awaken.
I was paralyzed, unable to move or speak.
The absolute sensation of a person kneeling on my chest and restraining me delivered one of the most solid moments of panic I've ever known.
I was, I assure you, totally conscious, but powerless to move my limbs or cry out as the weight of this apparition, apparition rather, seemed to increase.
The entire time, my dog kept barking and growling.
I concentrated on the sound of his voice until I was suddenly able to sit up and force the intruder off my chest.
Within a heartbeat, to my utter amazement, The curtains of my room were shoved aside.
Even though the window was closed, my dog confirmed what I had seen by leaping to the window and continuing the barking and growling.
It took a full 30 minutes before my dog would come and sit with me on the bed.
And there was no more sleep to be had that night, and I stayed with friends for a few nights following that incident.
Yeah, it actually happened to my father back in 1961 down in Dana Point, California.
And like I said, it is rather terrifying.
He was coming home late one night from work, and the house he was living in had partially burned down, so he was back in an add-on home in the back.
He was getting ready for bed, and like I said, this is 61, and there were some of those rather kind of deco lamps hanging up in there that had the strings that you pull to turn them on.
Anyway, so he was there, but like I said, he was overcome even over that with a sense to get out of there.
So he summoned every ounce of courage he had, and he jumped out of bed, ran across the room, flipped the light switch on, and looked back, and of course, there was nothing there.
But the things were still moving up there.
Well, needless to say, he got out of there and never slept in that room again.
It feels like you're swimming no matter what time it is.
But anyway, about 10 years ago, around 1988, me and my girlfriend and my girlfriend's friend, ex-girlfriend, these are all ex, but me and my ex-girlfriend, my ex-girlfriend's friend, my ex-girlfriend's younger sister, and my ex-girlfriend's younger sister's friend were all together one night.
It was a Friday night, and we were looking for something to do.
So we said, hey, let's try a Ouija board.
What's that?
And I really wish that I would have known what your earlier caller said about you never know what you're going to get into, because we really didn't.
And I, being the, you know, scientifically minded, decided to do it in a way that it couldn't be faked.
You know, I just wanted to make sure that all the bases were covered and that whatever happened would really happen.
And I'm the one that's facing it, and the guy's looking the other way.
We're standing right there by the hatch.
And he just sees this look on my face, and he grabs me, and he pulls me right through the hatch, and he slams it shut, and it sounds like something just ran right into the hatch.
And I'm going, what in the hell was that?
He goes, oh, that's just the beginning.
You don't know about this ship.
And there was nobody else in there but us two.
And we had already looked everywhere.
We were going through making our inventory.
He goes, come on, I'm going to show you something else.
So we go into this other void that's completely empty.
Except over on one of the bulkheads, one of the walls, there was a former hatch there, but it was all bolted down.
I'm going, okay, so this is nothing new.
I used to play poker in some of these rooms and stuff like that on the Enterprise.
And he goes, oh, no, just sit here and listen.
So we're sitting there just shooting the breeze for a little bit, and all of a sudden I hear a whole bunch of banging and a whole bunch of yelling.
And it was kind of muffled.
It sounded like it was coming from the other side of the wall.
And I'm going, okay, so what's going on?
And it was getting louder and louder and louder.
And the more that you listen to it, the more you can hear, help us, help us, don't let us drown.
Just, you know, help us, all this.
I'm going, what is going on here?
And he goes, come on, we're going to go explain it to you.
So I'm sitting there with a whole bunch of these other guys.
Well, electromagnetic disturbance around things like this is fairly common.
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Yeah, it was just, I mean, to this day I will never forget it, especially hearing the screams that were on the other side of that bulkhead where those guys were that had drowned.
And then seeing all those foxes fly around, 25 to 30 pounds each.
I want to believe that they are the echo, the remnant of what once was, not the remaining consciousness of what is.
Because to believe that, as that man said in that terrifying story, that those men eternally remain reliving that horrible death again and again, that drowning, that's too much.
I don't want to believe that.
I would rather, I'd much rather believe that like an endless tape loop, it's some sort of a weak echo of what was.
it's amazing the things that you'll find out here.
Especially one of the most amazing things to visit, if you are not a native of New Orleans, one of the things that you'd want to come to if you were a tourist is the cemeteries.
The cemeteries are unlike any other cemetery in the world.
Because all the cemeteries are above ground.
Okay, so they're, I mean, they're just, they're tremendous.
And just some of the sculptures and statues in these cemeteries are just.
But what I'm calling to tell you tonight is there's suburbs of New Orleans called New Orleans East.
And I do live in these suburbs.
There's one particular suburb called Village de Les.
Now, as story goes from way back when, Village de Les used to be kind of like an Indian, you can't really call it reservation, but the Natchez Indians used to settle on this land.
It was a lot of swamp land.
Right.
Now, how the story went was when an Indian died, or when a Native American died, one of the Natchez tribe, they would take the Native American and put him in an old oak tree.
When that oak tree fell, whether naturally, you know, or if lightning struck it or something, the soul of that Indian would go up, you know, to wherever.
Now, here's how the story goes.
There are a lot of haunted houses or houses that are haunted or people hear things or whatever in this subdivision, especially on one particular block where I have a good friend of mine who lives there, Teddy.
Now, we've heard things go on in that house, you know, like sometimes real late at night you'd hear like a faint jingle of bells, you know, something like that.
Or you'd hear beating on walls, you know, or you just feel gusts, you know, small gusts of wind from nowhere.
Okay, now, like I was saying, we had a girlfriend of ours.
But anyway, her uncle was a person who was Native American, and he, you know, practiced in it.
I'm sorry.
Anyway, but I'm going to get to that in a second.
What happened was basically my friend Teddy, he did experience, you know, this beating on the wall, you know, and just weird things happening in his house.
Now, his parents are divorced, and he has a sister.
Now, whenever his sister was in that house, they never had any problems.
That was something that we always found weird.
But whenever she was out of that house, when she was at her mom's, there was always problems.
You know, because we were avid Doors followers, you know, so we lighted our candles and we had a book on, you know, seances, you know, and we tried to do it, you know, nothing happened.
Now, the following weeks to come wreaked a lot of havoc in that house.
The first incident to occur was the microwave going off on his dad's hand while his dad's hand was in the microwave.
That was one of the first occurrences.
The second, the biggest occurrence was when the garage windows blew to the outside.
In other words, the glass didn't blow inside like somebody threw a rock in the garage.
They blew out onto the grass.
And that kind of freaked us out.
That with more beating on the wall, late at night, and everything like that.
So we got Andrea's uncle to come in.
And he said something as soon as he walked in the door.
He walked in every room of the house, and in every corner he burned, in every corner that pointed toward the north, he burned a little bowl of sage.
Apparently, he explained to us that sage was a peace offering.
Now, what he explained to us that there were three souls in the house, on that land.
Two of them were bad, and one of them, which was good.
He said that the jingling that we'd hear at night sometimes was that of the good spirit, trying to ward off the evil from hurting him and his family, Teddy and his family.
He said the banging on the wall and everything else that occurred that went wrong were those two evil spirits.
Apparently, Andrea's uncle was explaining to us that they're evil and that they're upset because they're stuck in, like he said, limbo.
They're not going anywhere.
They're staying right there and they cannot get out.
But the day that he burned that sage, there has never been another incident occurring in that house.
He said that we shook something up in there when we played around with something bad.
He said that what happened was we were getting in over our heads, in other words.
He said we were playing with fire too close to gasoline.
And he said that that really, really upset the evil spirits that they have in that house.
And it kind of peed off the good spirit.
Because the good spirit was trying to keep the evil away from us.
But Andrea's uncle came in, and he was the one that explained to us about the Natchez Indian burying their dead in the trees.
And when that tree would fall, you know, from age or whatever, then the spirit of that dead would be released.
And he explained to us that those were a couple bodies, and there are a couple other spirits and other houses out there in Vladimir Lest that are haunted.
We live in a very small town in Idaho called Soda Springs.
Like 1,300 people, or 1,100 people, I'm sorry.
A lot of old, old, old buildings.
It's an old mining community, a lot of death in the mines.
And this so happened to be a little boy who turned out to be my daughter's best friend for a while.
And they'd walk along holding hands and talking.
And she'd hold his hand, and they'd walk along, and all of a sudden a chair that'd be in the middle of the room would tip over like he walked right past, you know, right over top of it.
I have a story from I'm 15 years old now and it was in 8th grade.
Okay.
Yes, and 8th grade, junior high.
My junior high has a theater, a big, an old, old theater.
The junior high is dated back from 1911.
And I was doing a play there.
It was my first play.
I had the lead role.
And all throughout the play, well, there has been plays before about speculation that the theater is haunted because all the time the house lights, brand new house lights, would go on and off and on and off and on and off.
The whole audience saw it.
And the stage hands backstage could see the light switch going up and down and up and down.
And then those side entrances going to backstage, the curtains were flapping back and forth like somebody was pushing them around.
And while all this was happening, I was the lead of the play, so I was getting into costumes and stuff, and I knew something wrong was going on, but nobody was really, I really wasn't following, but I was really nervous because it was the first play that I was ever doing, and I was the lead.
And I could like, I don't know if I could actually physically hear it, but I heard, I felt like a girl's whisper in my head saying, you're going to do all right.
I'm looking over you.
You're going to do great.
Just go on there and you're going to do fine because I'm watching over you.
I could hear this person whispering in my head.
I could just feel a presence of a ghost or something around me.
And it was actually kind of neat.
I wasn't that scared.
But the first step, the house lights going on and off, it was just kind of like this child having fun.
Well, I have heard stories, but they have been just stories.
You know, I thought they were just stories of a girl a long time ago, like, when the school just opened performing a play, and she, I don't know if she died in the theater or she died, but she really liked the theater itself.
So she might have kept that as a home or something.
And I think it might have been her, you know, telling me that I was going to do all right.
No, I think they just thought it was part of the act, yeah.
Afterwards, like the backstage people told their families and stuff.
But yeah, we all felt it, you know, and we were pretty serious about our craft, so we wouldn't really do anything like that because it's pretty unprofessional anyway.
And it started spelling out old-fashioned names, first names, like Horace and Elmer.
She had been married four or five times before, and she told me these were the names of her husbands.
And the more we played it, it probably went on 45 minutes to an hour, the faster that would go across the board, that little triangle-shaped thing would go across there.
At the point it was almost flying off there.
At one point, she had some tea there.
She asked me to go to the kitchen and get a cup.
And I went to the kitchen and opened the door.
And this is no lie.
She had hundreds of cockroaches crawling all through her cabinets.
And she had honey in jars where she said she was catching them.
And so I had enough of that.
I didn't want any tea or anything else.
I went back.
And we continued to play that game.
But it turned into, I just felt real eerie, like the hair was standing on the back of my neck.
And it got so out of control that that triangle little gill that we were working would just fly off the table just about.
Well, I'm selectively doing that, looking at stories, and if they seem interesting, I'm calling a few people.
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Well, this is so great.
First of all, I guess to start the whole thing, I've been living in a, it's my dream home, and it was a home in Frewsburg, New York, which probably no one's ever heard of before because it's kind of like a Mayberry.
And a very small town, but beautiful community.
But it's been known to be haunted because it was built in 1840, and it's a part of the Underground Railroad.
There may be some people who don't know what the Underground Railroad is.
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The Underground Railroad was all of the connections that were made from the South all the way up to Canada to help the slaves escape from the South.
So this was a home that was built while it was being built.
He was an abolitionist and he actually built his home to provide for this so that he would help keep the slaves in a safe area, even though they wouldn't just hide in these little cubby holes or anything for a long period of time.
Only if the sheriffs would come would they need to hide.
But they had it all protected so that they could help when it was safe, then they would move on to another station closer and closer, like up through the route, came through Silver Creek, Buffalo, that kind of area, and then up into Canada until they were free from the country.
And it's written up in all the books and everything because it's one of the few places left standing, which makes us kind of nervous because it is old and it's huge and it has all its little hiding places and beautiful wood.
And the reason I chose it was because I love antiques.
And I knew it was haunted from the stories that I'd heard in this small town.
You know, people talk.
But it didn't bother me because that kind of thing doesn't bother me.
But we had first, right away, we were doing our, as we moved in with my one-year-old, we were doing all the painting and refurbishing the home and doing things that we needed to do to fix it up.
But right away, we could tell that there was an entity there.
I had, the first thing that happened was when my little girl who had cerebral palsy, she couldn't even turn or crawl, you know, move to crawl, but she was eyeing a ball that was like six feet away from her.
And she wanted it so badly.
And we were busy painting, and I took one little break, and I sat down in a chair, and I had one eye on her, and one eye on still my work I was going to do, but instead I see this little red and white ball just not roll to her, but move to her about six feet, just slide across the floor to her, so now she can see it and she's playing with it, and I'm standing up thinking, I can't believe what I'm looking at.
You know, this just doesn't seem, I know what I want to describe to people, but I don't know how to.
And that was just the beginning.
And in that house, we knew that the entities were friendly, but we just knew that they were doing a lot of things in the house, but mostly friendly things.
Nothing to scare us.
Just to let them, they wanted to let us know that they were there.
We have like those latches, the antique iron latches that are on the inside of these older homes.
You have to have the thumb on one side, you know, to lift up the latch on the other side.
And after there was just some knocking noise to let me know that there was, it was kind of like a warning that there was a presence in the room.
And then the next thing I know, I'm standing right at this door.
It's an inner door.
No wind, no scientific reason why they should move.
And all of a sudden, just the inner latch is going up and down.
And so I thought, well, you're supposed to talk to these spirits to see if they might do something else to communicate with you.
But as soon as I did, then it stopped.
And there have been, oh, like you can hear someone speaking downstairs.
Like if you're upstairs, you can hear voices.
And you know how you, if it's in a different room, you don't really know exactly what they're saying.
But you know someone is speaking.
You can't really actually hear the words that they're speaking about.
And he monitored these voices until finally they exited the house, a spot where you could hear them.
And literally moved across his backyard until finally he had to literally stand on the brick, you know, the block wall by the back of his house to hear the voices.
And there they were, chattering away.
Months later, they had moved, what, 50 or 60 or 70 feet, and they just kept going.
Now you tell me what he was hearing.
He ran through just about everything.
Could it be RF from a radio station nearby?
No.
He ruled that out?
What could it possibly be?
Some sort of rip, some sort of tear in the continuum?
Something from time past?
Almost probably that.
And as far as he knows, they just kept moving.
This little spot where the voices could be heard just kept moving.
And we're on the Wind River Indian Reservation, and they call it the land of the little people.
But my story doesn't start here anyway.
We lived in Oregon, and this happened to me about 22 years ago.
This is 1976.
My daughter had a friend, and she would come over and stay at our house.
My daughter would go down there and stay with her.
And one night, her friend and her brother were driving down this little road.
We live way out in the country, about 15 miles out of Sutherland, Oregon.
And her brother and her were going down our country road.
And I'm not really sure what happened to him, but they wound up going off an embankment about 100 feet down into the ravine.
And he helped her crawl up the side of the hill.
And they were hurt pretty bad, but he got her up to the side of the hill.
And just as she got up to the top of the road, he fell back down.
Well, she made it about a quarter of a mile to a half of a mile to where the fire department was, and she got some help.
Well, needless to say, he didn't make it, and she wound up in the hospital.
And I worked nights, I worked at the Denny's restaurant there, and I worked graveyard shift, or actually wasn't graveyard, but until midnight, and I'd have to come home through that road.
Well, like the day after the accident happened, I would come to the area where they had gone off the road, and there was this Aboriginal standing in the road with his hands up in the air.
And it kind of scared me, and I didn't know if I should keep going or stop or what I should do.
And I said, no, I'm going to go past.
So I went on home, and I told my husband about it, and the following night, the same thing happened.
And this happened for like three or four nights.
And my daughter got a call from her friend that was in the hospital, and she asked her if she could come and see her.
So I took my daughter in to see her, and I really didn't understand why I was seeing this in the road.
I mean, to me, it was sort of, you know, what do you want?
What's going on, you know, type thing.
It was like he was restless or something was going on and trying to tell me something.
At least that's how I felt.
So I took my daughter in to see her friend at the hospital, and she went in to see her, and then she asked my daughter if I would mind going in and seeing her.
So I said, well, okay, I'd go in.
And my daughter waited for me out in the hall, and it was just her friend and I in the room.
And she started telling me that it was all her fault that her brother died, that she could have done something to help him.
And, you know, she was just crying.
And I finally told her, I said, it was not your fault.
There was nothing that you could have done to change the situation.
And after that, I didn't see him in the road anymore.
Wow.
It was almost like I was to go to tell her because she wanted to commit suicide.
She wanted to end her life because she felt like she was responsible for what happened to him.
And after I went and saw her and told her that it wasn't her fault, then I felt like a big weight was lifted off of me and she got well.
About early 1990, or no, I'm sorry, mid-1991, I had just filed for a divorce, and I found out three weeks later that I was pregnant with my second child.
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so we'll get back to her in just a moment You're back, and I cannot imagine a worse situation.
Filing for divorce.
You find out you're pregnant.
you're living with your family His family.
He is even worse yet.
And you're considering an abortion.
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Right.
Okay.
So at the time, I decided to take a part-time job to get away from my situation, collect my thoughts.
And I happened to land a job in Emory, South Dakota, where he grew up, actually, where he went to high school and grade school.
Working for a couple, husband and wife, well into their 80s.
And this gentleman's wife had Alzheimer's.
You know, and not being in a great situation as I was.
It was very difficult for me.
And so things proceeded.
And one afternoon I just got set up.
And not to be, you know, caught, I used a payphone and looked at the other pages.
I was desperate.
And I looked in the abortion.
This wonderful lady came on the phone and said, you know, I need help.
And she says, let me take you up this afternoon.
I'm going to take you to my office here.
And I said, you have it.
You got it.
She showed me all these phones, and I was totally disgusted.
And she says, I'm going to give you another option.
I have this wonderful lady who lives down the street.
She's 73 years old.
She's looking for a roommate.
I said, really?
She said, you know you don't want to do this.
I said, you already don't.
So I moved in with this lady.
She was 73 years old, and she got me back into church.
And I started going to church faithfully and doing church functions, and I decided to get rebaptized in a Christian church.
And so I was going through the classes, and I was teaching some youth classes, and at the time I was working at a computer place that made floppy disks, and I was going to school.
And I remember the pastor telling me, you know, Tracy, there's going to be a time, there's a door here, and you're about reaching that time.
You're going to have to make a decision.
You know, either you want to go with the Lord or you want to go elsewhere.
He says, and someone will try you.
And I thought he was just full of it.
You know, growing up in a big family, big Catholic family, I'd never been in that kind of position.
So one evening, and it kind of struck me weird.
One evening, I left both doors open.
I slept in the basement.
And there was two doors to my room.
And I left the television on.
And I read my path out of my Bible and I went to sleep.
And I don't know what time it was in the morning because it's awful dark in the basement being one little window underground.
Look, cats, anybody who owns one, a cat or a dog, knows that they have individual personalities and probably every bit as liable to come back as a ghost as a human.
I just wanted to share a little experience that I had back in my Air Force days.
It wasn't too long ago.
But I was stationed out at a base in California, and every few years or so they have an air show.
And part of the air show is they've got these planes flying around and what have you, and they also have some older jets on display in one of the hangars.
And it's open to the public.
And, you know, I didn't get to work that day, but I had to work a mid, you know, so I came in around, I don't know, 11 or 12.
Sure.
And, you know, my duty post was, you know, I had to sit out of this hangar.
You know, I had an EAL, which is an entry authority list and tells you who can come in and out of there.
And the guy I relieved told me, yeah, it was quiet.
There's nobody in there, just the planes or whatever.
And there's only a couple ways in and out of this hangar.
So I go in there and I'm looking around.
They had like F4s and F5s, some other planes.
And I was, you know, pretty interested in the ones from Vietnam.
Some of them even had like bullet holes in them.
And I took a flashlight and I went up to the undercarriage of an F4.
And I was just looking around and checking out the lights and the tire and what have you.
And I just kicked the tire to see how much air was in it.
And I started walking away from it and I heard this tap as if somebody was tapping on the glass.
I turned around and I looked up and in the cockpit there was what appeared to be like somebody sitting in there.
And it really spooked me out because he had, he was wearing like, I don't know how to describe it, but Red Baron, you know, the goggles and the scarf and the cap.
And I was coming down onto Tividad and turned onto a street called Rogie that led to my house and had no sooner turned on it when a gentleman stepped out in front of my car, I mean literally in front of the right vendor, and I went through him, literally through him.
He was wearing blue jeans, a jean jacket, plaid like a flannel shirt, and then had his hands up like he was asking for help.
And of course when I went by him, you know, I panicked.
I'm thinking, oh my God, did I hit somebody?
Do I go back?
And then it started hitting me that no, there was no bump.
And I can remember seeing a truck in the distance behind him, like a truck had broken down.
So I'm driving and I'm just panicking.
Do I go back?
Do I check?
But I'm thinking to myself, no, there was no bump.
And I went through him.
The car literally went through him and it got cold.
So I just went home, slept with the lights on, and didn't think too much about it for about a week.
And all of a sudden, their dad, he was driving, and they were in the front seat with him.
He just swerved.
And they go, well, what did you do?
And he goes, well, didn't you see that guy?
And they went, what guy?
He goes, well, the guy that was standing there.
And they went, well, there was nobody there.
And he's like, oh, my God, you know, there was a truck over there, and you didn't see it.
And he goes, no.
And so I'm talking to him, and my hair is starting to stand up.
And I asked him, I said, what was this guy wearing?
And he went, jean jacket, jean pants, and a red flannel tight shirt.
And it was just so me and all of a sudden there's this person that I hadn't talked to, didn't know anything about it, and he was confirming that he had also seen the same thing.
So I went back into some of the archives of the Salinas California paper.
And about three years earlier, a young man had been killed there.
His car had obviously broken down.
And when a car, a truck came out in front of him, he stepped out, but he obviously miscalculated how close he was, and he was killed.